Christmas

Mind! I don’t mean to say that I know, of my own knowledge, what there is particularly dead about a
door-nail. I might have been inclined, myself, to regard a coffin-nail as the deadest piece of
ironmongery in the trade. But the wisdom of our ancestors is in the simile; and my unhallowed hands
shall not disturb it, or the Country’s done for. You will therefore permit me to repeat, emphatically,
that Marley was as dead as a door-nail. Scrooge knew he was dead? Of course he did. How could it
be otherwise? Scrooge and he were partners for I don’t know how many years. Scrooge was his sole
executor, his sole administrator, his sole assign, his sole residuary legatee, his sole friend, and sole
mourner. And even Scrooge was not so dreadfully cut up by the sad event, but that he was an
excellent man of business on the very day of the funeral, and solemnised it with an undoubted
bargain. The mention of Marley’s funeral brings me back to the point I started from. There is no
doubt that Marley was dead. This must be distinctly understood, or nothing wonderful can come of
the story I am going to relate. If we were not perfectly convinced that Hamlet’s Father died before
the play began, there would be nothing more Mind! I don’t mean to say that I know, of my own
knowledge, what there is particularly dead about a door-nail. I might have been inclined, myself, to
regard a coffin-nail as the deadest piece of ironmongery in the trade. But the wisdom of our
ancestors is in the simile; and my unhallowed hands shall not disturb it, or the Country’s done for.
You will therefore permit me to repeat, emphatically, that Marley was as dead as a door-nail.
Scrooge knew he was dead? Of course he did. How could it be otherwise? Scrooge and he were
partners for I don’t know how many years. Scrooge was his sole executor, his sole administrator, his
sole assign, his sole residuary legatee, his sole friend, and sole mourner. And even Scrooge was not
so dreadfully cut up by the sad event, but that he was an excellent man of business on the very day
of the funeral, and solemnised it with an undoubted bargain. The mention of Marley’s funeral brings
me back to the point I started from. There is no doubt that Marley was dead. This must be distinctly
understood, or nothing wonderful can come of the story I am going to relate. If we were not
perfectly convinced that Hamlet’s Father died before the play began, there would be nothing more
Mind! I don’t mean to say that I know, of my own knowledge, what there is particularly dead about a
door-nail. I might have been inclined, myself, to regard a coffin-nail as the deadest piece of
ironmongery in the trade. But the wisdom of our ancestors is in the simile; and my unhallowed hands
shall not disturb it, or the Country’s done for. You will therefore permit me to repeat, emphatically,
that Marley was as dead as a door-nail. Scrooge knew he was dead? Of course he did. How could it
be otherwise? Scrooge and he were partners for I don’t know how many years. Scrooge was his sole
executor, his sole administrator, his sole assign, his sole residuary legatee, his sole friend, and sole
mourner. And even Scrooge was not so dreadfully cut up by the sad event, but that he was an
excellent man of business on the very day of the funeral, and solemnised it with an undoubted
bargain. The mention of Marley’s funeral brings me back to the point I started from. There is no
doubt that Marley was dead. This must be distinctly understood, or nothing wonderful can come of
the story I am going to relate. If we were not perfectly convinced that Hamlet’s Father died before
the play began, there would be nothing more
Mind! I don’t mean to say that I know, of my own knowledge, what there is particularly dead about a
door-nail. I might have been inclined, myself, to regard a coffin-nail as the deadest piece of
ironmongery in the trade. But the wisdom of our ancestors is in the simile; and my unhallowed hands
shall not disturb it, or the Country’s done for. You will therefore permit me to repeat, emphatically,
that Marley was as dead as a door-nail. Scrooge knew he was dead? Of course he did. How could it
be otherwise? Scrooge and he were partners for I don’t know how many years. Scrooge was his sole
executor, his sole administrator, his sole assign, his sole residuary legatee, his sole friend, and sole
mourner. And even Scrooge was not so dreadfully cut up by the sad event, but that he was an
excellent man of business on the very day of the funeral, and solemnised it with an undoubted
bargain. The mention of Marley’s funeral brings me back to the point I started from. There is no
doubt that Marley was dead. This must be distinctly understood, or nothing wonderful can come of
the story I am going to relate. If we were not perfectly convinced that Hamlet’s Father died before
the play began, there would be nothing more
Mind! I don’t mean to say that I know, of my own knowledge, what there is particularly dead about a
door-nail. I might have been inclined, myself, to regard a coffin-nail as the deadest piece of
ironmongery in the trade. But the wisdom of our ancestors is in the simile; and my unhallowed hands
shall not disturb it, or the Country’s done for. You will therefore permit me to repeat, emphatically,
that Marley was as dead as a door-nail. Scrooge knew he was dead? Of course he did. How could it
be otherwise? Scrooge and he were partners for I don’t know how many years. Scrooge was his sole
executor, his sole administrator, his sole assign, his sole residuary legatee, his sole friend, and sole
mourner. And even Scrooge was not so dreadfully cut up by the sad event, but that he was an
excellent man of business on the very day of the funeral, and solemnised it with an undoubted
bargain. The mention of Marley’s funeral brings me back to the point I started from. There is no
doubt that Marley was dead. This must be distinctly understood, or nothing wonderful can come of
the story I am going to relate. If we were not perfectly convinced that Hamlet’s Father died before
the play began, there would be nothing more